I sat upon my porch.
Gazing over the distance.
The sky a pale blue.
Of summer dreams promised.
A palm frawn danced idly.
Its blade gyrating constantly.
Clouds, unchanging, unmoving, consistent.
Their borders lined gray.
Fauna buzzed and chirped.
Sleeping creatures waking for night.
The red din approached.
From a sun shortly disappeared.
The earth sighed softly.
As bread breaths after baking.
SQUAAAAWWWCCCHHH
Cockatoo.
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